Bumble is the name of a dating app on which the user swipes to match with potential dates in her area, much like Tinder, Hinge, Happn and the rest.

Bumble distinguishes itself from other apps by the fact that once you have “matched” with someone, the male party cannot message the female party first. The woman must contact him, and she has to do it within the first 24 hours of matching. For same sex couples, either person has 24 hours to message.

In theory, I love the idea of Bumble. It feels feminist, and I consider myself one. It’s a huge positive that one cannot just receive a dick pic, or a series of repugnantly sexualized Emojis in place of a “Hello, how are you?”

A recent Vanity Fair article, aggressively entitled “Tinder and the Dawn of the Dating Apocalypse,” alarms readers to the plague of “f*ckboys” looking to sleep with as many women as possible. So, it makes me appreciate any app that keeps the ladies in mind.

In reality, Bumble forces women to make the first move. Ah, there’s the rub. I used the word “forces” to describe the act of a woman on a dating app messaging a man first. Making the first move — if only a message — terrifies me, as I have never done it.

To be clear, I hail from north of the Mason-Dixon line, and I am hardly traditional. In no way do I believe men should always be the alpha when it comes to courtship. This “never making the first move” in real life or otherwise is also not because I am the coolest, hottest lady in all the land, who is constantly fielding millions of offers.

For me, a true “weirdo,” Bumble presented an opportunity to practice being normal. Making the first move was going to be scary, but trying it out on an iPhone instead of in real life seemed doable. (Yes, I am aware of how embarrassingly Millennial I am.)